Broth. We’re the soup base.
You are carrots. Love carrots.
And then potatoes.
Maybe potatoes first. Yeah.
I’d eat potatoes all day.
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Nonsense Soup
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I Don’t Feel Good and I Want a New Job
For me, it’s feelings
I’m a mess and so are they
That sort of dead, dread.
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Work is Stupid if It’s Stupid
Go to work, get your
tokens, go get food, eat it,
go to sleep, repeat.
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Distance and Return and Potatoes and Pies
Is trepidation
on such holiday dealings
but one such shared thoughtAm I among the
few, or the many, many
to not take lightlythe givings of all,
to me. To feed me. To drink.
To sit in quiet.I let it be lightly, mostly as it prods on and on.
But in a drop of a moment, I’m aware of the good things.
It’s the long lost, distant man meets his love.
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Fall Leaf Funnel OR Smoothie Brains and Hearts, and Limping
Wholly, things are fine
I have legs and brains and food
I can run my lifeBut in the mass, mess
My heart and brains swirl on cones
That they lap with tonguesForward, back, forward, back and
then again and on and on
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Battering Ram, Pam OR There’s a Hole In Our Boat
I’m just a walloped
and bewildered barnacle
I am molasses.I carry my own
burden like a globe. And yet;
a floating featherI find there is no
choice in forward. Go, be pulled.
Be an awkward mess.Sometimes it’s best to
get out of the rain and wash.
Rain stinks like earthworms.It’s cloudy and there’s always
construction and food for thought.
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Two Hurrahs, Hearts, Goodbyes
Traveling from whence
Open roads likes hearts; on, on
I am stronger thanLike a weight drags on the ground
Like an anchor in the sea
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GUEST SUBMISSION – “New Job, Birthday”
by Ann Burgoyne
I got a new job
What a nice birthday present
Goodbye to old crap
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It’s a Washing Wave, It’s a Breeze, It’s a Tree Grows Up and Up
Like a marble rolls
We’ve found grooves, we roll alongand on
and on, on
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Sin City Circles and Circles
For the sake of fun
Or what feels like should be fun
We marry, merry.Vegas:
a ball of slow-cicles, colliding.
Much to be avoided.
Though we are here, we don’t belong. We’re among the weary, yet not lost.
AND THEN THERE’S MONEY!
Plastic coins in the shape of
debt!Loose your pocket!
Let’s unabashedly run into the drunken abyss and sip sweet wine
Let’s play in pools of empty satisfaction and sully our good names!
Let’s believe for once in the honest truth of luck and put it on black.When in truth, we’re broke
The fun runs short; slight pockets
Light at night’s not right.
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GUEST SUBMISSION – “Martin Manley, Perhaps”
by Dan DiPiero
When I have left, don’t
force the issue–
let me go like so many seeds
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GUEST SUBMISSION – “Two”
by Amy Dunlap
A meal to honor
Two drinks two years ago, time
Spent beginning We.
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Guest Submission – “Growing Pains”
by Angela Harris
I cried the first day
My girl was so excited
Miss independent
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I Hat e T he P hone
Often the people
who talk at, through ,for, about
but not to you, win.We should feed their brains to them
so they re-gest their oppress.
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Watch That Knife Hanging
The search for meaning
at work gets lost in the midstanswer a call, send an email. answer a call, send an email.
There’s a sharp edge in my voice
There’s a stick up your end
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Like a Top, They’ll Spin Like a Top
There is a dark side
If you look hard enough
HARDAnd your brains will spin.
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Seekers and Tweakers and Broken Beakers OR I’m Also Inspired To Write While Reading
Seekers make up my closest friends.
Those who never seem to be relieved.I am perhaps one.
Sure to claim no relief, but much to overcome.There are parts of me that can’t wait to learn and grow.
Others feel the weight of the wide world and get stuck.
I’m on the outer-edges.Some among my friends,
seem to have hit something like gold.
With no fear: true.It isn’t that I’m afraid of being true, just that there won’t be a
single friend left after I’m through with the true.Life blows up.
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Internet, Internet, In My Computer, Who is the Most Boring and Lamest of Them All?
I check the stats on
my blahg. Rarely excited,
I often questionthe validity of both
the lack and presence of you.Also, I’m afraid of everything.
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Gin and Soda, Splash of Lime, Extra Gin
There’s something about
deciding that brings lightness
to the darkest spot.
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4th
It’s just like Christmas.
Perhaps this birthday isn’t
all it’s cracked up to#becauseitsagoodreason
#todrinkandeatsomehotdogsBut we celebrate
because it’d be silly
if we didn’t. #fourth
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